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Another day, another breakdown averted!!

AAAHHHHHH!!! The kids are all in bed. They went down fifteen minutes early. That was really for my own sanity. They had a great day. They went to the park, played outside, "helped" cook every meal, and had lolli pops. Even with a glorious day for toddlers, they still managed to have several brushes with "the law" (that would be Clint and I). All three of them felt like today should be "let's not listen" day. They did not hear a single "NO", "GET DOWN", or "I AM GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS". Is there a full moon soon? Well, they are in bed now so, let the good times roll. Clint and I are having a well deserved drink and the neighbors will be over in a little while to play some games. Oh, I made some yummy manicotti for dinner. Well, I thought it was good. You may hear otherwise when reading Clint's blog, who knows!!! He always says he likes what I make, but honestly I do not always like what I make. Let's not tell him that though. Ha ha ha!!! This is a bit random, but I forgot to mention it the other day. The girl I am babysitting for (don't forget it is supposed to be only temporarily because they are moving) asked me if I "wanted" to potty train her son. I am not sure where to start.
1. HELL NO. I don't even want to potty train my own.
2. I only have Emily potty trained and they are 27 months old.
3. Her son is only 24 months old.
4. My kids can say poop and pee and pull their own pants up and down.
5. Her son cannot.
I am in no way saying my kids are better (I mean they are..Oh be quiet...all parents think their kids are better) I am just saying he has not shown any of the classic signs that he is even remotely close to potty training and WHY would I want to take on that responsibility? Does it say dumbass on my forehead? That is a rhetorical question, by the way. Anyways, back to the dinner I made. I also made a salad like the ones you get at the Olive Garden!! It was delicious!!! MMMMMMMmmmmm!

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